Childhood Dreams

I have been obsessed with Polly Pockets ever since my mom bought me my first shell. There's something about a  miniature doll and house that gives me a warm tingly feeling.

Unfortunately, my mom threw/gave away my collection when I started "growing up". Since they phased out the vintage compacts, I've been scouring ebay and the rest of the online shopping haunts just to get my Polly Pocket fix.

Thus, I hate her:

It's not faaaaair.

Photo from Only Polly Pocket.